
There’s a bench
I use for thinking,
Tucked neatly
In the trees,
Where chimes are always tinkling
Sweetly in the breeze
–Photo by me

There’s a bench
I use for thinking,
Tucked neatly
In the trees,
Where chimes are always tinkling
Sweetly in the breeze
–Photo by me

the tipi
was the perfect home
for the proud
indian–
until white man sentenced him
to life on the rez
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–photos by me

when night comes
to woodland meadows,
the dancing
wildflowers
cease their joyous gyrations
and tuck themselves in
–photo by me

writers’ minds
may hold the small seeds
of some great
ideas
and yet, they may find themselves
waiting for the wind
–photo by me

some turkeys
brutally attack
others to
establish
their god-given mating rights–
like real turkeys
–photo by me

docile deer
occupy the road
in peaceful
protest of
the human exploitation
of their deer trails
–photo by son aaron

trees are made
mostly from the air
with the aid
of sunlight
science is real magic–
the magic of trees
–photo by me